Like a tape player on rewind, I see it all clearly in my mind, memories flash before aged eyes of the things I lived before I die, I see my children, small & frail, acknowledge attempts that I 've failed that I would have done differently, in the life of another me I remember first days at school picnics at the swimming pool all of those wonderful memories and others not so pleasantly I remember how love can hurt of things that were far worse All of this pain I pushed away to remember another day I hope if that day comes, I can stand up & be the one that is so convincingly another version, another me